Deanna Video (MV)

Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Well, you know you are my friend, yeah
Oh Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
And I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your mon-
I'm down here for your soul

Ain't no carpet on the floor
And the winding cloth holds many moths
Around your Ku Klux furniture
I cum a deaths-head in your frock
And we discuss the murder plan
We discuss murder and the murder act
Murder takes the wheel of the Cadillac
And death climbs in the back

Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Sweet Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Well, this is a car
Oh Deanna
And this is a gun
Oh Deanna
And this a day number one
Oh Deanna
Of our little
Of our little crimeworn histories
Black and smoking Christmas trees
And honey, it ain't a mystery
Why you're a mystery to me

We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlors
Ashy leaving in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads
On this mean season
But this little angel that I'm squeezin'
She ain't been mean to me

Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Well, you're my friend and my partner
Oh Deanna
On this house on the hill
Oh Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
No, I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul

Oh Deanna
Oh, oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
I am a-knocking
Oh Deanna
With my toolbox and my stocking
Oh Deanna
Well I'll meet you on the corner
Yes, you point it like a finger
And squeeze its little thing
I hear its kick, I feel its bang
And let's not worry 'bout its issue
Don't worry about where it's been
And don't worry about where it hits
'Cause that ain't yours to sin

Oh Deanna
'Cause it just ain't your to sin
Oh Deanna
Oh, sweet Deanna
Oh Deanna
I ain't getting any younger
Oh Deanna
And you're my friend
Oh Deanna
The sun a hump at my shoulder
Oh Deanna
And I don't intend to get any older
Oh Deanna
Oh, oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
Well, I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love of money
I'm down here for your soul